Passionate Words

In that chair I awoke
To falling dew from
Golden canopy of looming
Leaves that quiver
Loftily above my blinking surprise
Her glistening eyes
Moving me to my feet
Echoing across the sky
Confusion, clambering
Quenching
Sorrow’s want for her
A needed repast
Yearning for more than words
Pirouetting across the air
Surging forward to her embrace
To sunder her fixation with sadness 
She asks,
“Will you linger here?
Not there in the world of physical guise
But here with me
In this passion
Aroused to life
With movements of expelling air
For you are the only one
To ever hold, this
Part of me!”

Picture

 
In that moment
I paused.
Returning to a place
Where I was a boy, innocently
Floating in azure waters
Revealing the depths of soul
In magnificence
I let your waves rock me
In your delicate hands
Soothing my heart and mind
With your hushed whispers
That tickles my bare body
With your accepting embrace
Of my presence
Taking me so far back
So far away
To a place I long to stay
To lose myself in such a way
For the rest of my days

True Love

Just once,
For a minute moment
Grace me
With your presence
Allow perception beyond
Fluid forming
Lips that mould precious
Syllables into measures
So sought
That eyes close to revel in resonance
Soothing azure seas
I gazed on, longingly for decades
Hoping to feel
The radiance of reality
Fade far away
Letting me cup your hands
Follow your curves
Past the shivers of sensation
Purloining my love
From dreams of tactile whims,
To brush hair behind ears
Follow tender lobes
To succulent cheeks
So heart knows
How to draw love
Into the purest of song

Draft

Life lines
Linger like sparkles from a camera flash
As a few cogitative women
Wandering calamitously through shared moments:
The youthful lessons of love,
Torture of lies
Teasing of a heart meant for another time
Just taunts for the first fragments of
Regretful sorrow,
Decades of dedications
Then
In tumultuous times
A different playful set of blues
Let loose those years
Of longing to right
My most insightful wrong
Amid one piece
We danced to delicacies
That taught me to be tender
To polish
Beyond the raw flow of alliteration
I ravaged the world with,
Lastly for a moment
I fell to a willing farce
Of “what ifs” with an Angel
In disarray
Such a bountiful foray
For a poet at play
To feed on
And then I lost my way
So I revised
Refined the plethora
Of muses
Published them
For the public
Or dust
To divine of these three
Word worthy
Or not